Title: from I Pagliacci
1from I Pagliacci
2To perform! While seized by deliriumI dont
know any more what I am saying or doing!
3Yet it must be done, force yourself!Are you not
a man!?
4Youre a clown!
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6Put on your smock, and put clown white on your
face.
7The people pay and want their laughs.
8And if Arlecchin steals your Colombina,laugh,
Pagliaccio, and everyone will applaud!
9Translate into jest your heartbreak and your
tears
10and into a grimace your sobs and your pain!
11Laugh, clown, over your shattered love!
12Laugh at the pain that is poisoning your heart!
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14from Carmen
15To your toast, I return my own, gentlemen
16Soldiers and fighters understand one anotherwe
both get pleasure from the fight!
17Its festival day!The arena is full from top to
bottom
18The spectators go crazy,yelling at each other in
a great riot!
19Shouts, yells, uproar carried to a frenzy!Its
the festival for those with heart!
20Lets go! En garde!
21Bullfighter, on your guard! And remember,that
beautiful dark eyes are watching you
22and love awaits!
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24All of a sudden, they fall silent.Whats
happening?
25No more shouts, its time!The bull charges,
bounding from the pen!
26It charges! It enters! It strikes!A horse
rolls over, dragging its rider.
27Ah! Bravo! Toro! shouts the crowd,the bull
goes it comes and strikes again!
28Shaking off the lances, furious, it runs!The
arena is full of blood!
29Men leap to safety over the barriers!
30Its your turn, now!Lets go! En garde!
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